Monday, September 17, 2012

Being Seven....






When you're the mother of a seven year old (& most of the ages leading up to it, of course), it's important, & endearing too, to remember to check all pockets before doing laundry....the day's treasures are kept close in such places and it's the dearest way to see into a youngest's growing heart & mind.  His imagination is kept safe there, & it's ready at a moment's notice when being traipsed all over London to see this old place, that old building, this amazing painting, that historic setting...



"Mom, we're good walkers..."
"Mom!!  Pretend I'm calling you!!  You have to answer with your hand...make it look like you answered me!!"
"Look Mom!  It's a chestnut pod - there's chestnuts inside!  I have to save this for my
collection with my acorns!"
"Mom, did you get my picture?  We're wearing the same color jackets, can you see
that in the picture?"


"Mom, they should make a statue of me...London has a big collection of statues..."




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